[He whines in his throat at the bite, hoping that it leaves some kind of mark. And he's got another retort on his tongue, but he goes a little slack-jawed watching. His eyes focus wide watching Peter move, gaze roaming over every inch of skin he can see.
A lifetime of his brothers fighting and scrounging for anything, sharing as much as they can, to the apocalypse and everyrone having to share because there's so little to go around... but this? This is his. He doesn't have to share this with anyone. He would kill anyone he has to to protect this.]
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A lifetime of his brothers fighting and scrounging for anything, sharing as much as they can, to the apocalypse and everyrone having to share because there's so little to go around... but this? This is his. He doesn't have to share this with anyone. He would kill anyone he has to to protect this.]
Not as tired as you're gonna be.